Saturday, May 17, 2014

A Chihuahua, a Doberman, and a Bulldog are in a doggie bar having a cool one when a good-looking female Poodle comes up to them and says, "Whoever can say liver and cheese in a sentence can have me." So the Doberman says, "I love liver and cheese." The Poodle says, "That's not good enough." The Bulldog says, "I hate liver and cheese." She says, "That's not creative." Finally the Chihuahua says, "Liver alone...cheese mine!"

Have a grrrrrrrrrrreat weekend! I can't wait to read all aboutz your dates on Monday.

Thursday, May 15, 2014

As you know, Mom does not let me come into her sewing studio. Ya see…. she sometimes drops pins on the floor and she doesn't want me to get one of dem in one of my paws. And… I don't need anymore paw mishaps.

So I'm only allowed to come up to the top step.

Well… you'll never believe dis… but when I when up da steps today, I saw one of my beds dare.

Look… it's one of my beds.When did dis happen?

So I got into my bed and she didn't say a thing.

I even sprawled out and and she still didn't say a thing.

Looks like I got me a new sleepin corner in Mom's studio. Yippy!

So, you may be wondering how many beds I got…. well, I got me 3 beds. How many do you have?

Wags,

Ranger

Pees….. My paw is feelin loads better as you might have guessed since I managed to climbed da studio stairs.

Monday, May 12, 2014

Now I'm not a poet and have never written a Limerick so here we go…. dis one is very personal to me.

Dare was a sweet Scot who went to camp

He riped out his toenail by acci-dant

His heart raced when his paw was hurt

Went to da dogster to stop da blood spurt

He handled it all like a real champ

I don't know it Limericks have 2 verses…. but Mom wrote a second verse.

I hate dis thing.

Dare once was a Mom who took a trip

Who wasn't dare when her pup yip'd

He had to wear a cone on his head

She felt so guilty dat he bled

Now her pup can't skinny dip

So… what happened?

Mom and Aunty D went to Santa Fe for a week and I went to my favorite dog camp. I love it dar as I get to play wiff lots of my friends. While at camp, I somehow ripped out one of my toenails on my right front paw. I didn't cry out but the da camp councilors noticed dat my paw was bleeding all over da place.

Dey called Mom and rushed me to da dogster. Da dogster stopped da bleeding, cleaned my hurt paw and bandaged up my wound. I got me some pain meds and anit-body-tics so dat I don't get a fection. I went back to da dogster to get my bandaged change and den later in da week I got my bandage removed.

Mom picked me up from camp as soon as she got back from her trip (Sat night) and she finally took dat awful cone off my head (yippy). My paw still hurts and I sometime limp so I don't put much weigh on my hurt paw.

Resting….. my meds make me sleepy.

I'm still on pain meds and anti-body-tics but today I finally started limping less. I even jumped up onto my favorite chair and ran after a bird in da yard (den limped back to Mom). I still have more healing to go…. but gettin better day-by-day.
I'm gettin lots of guilt lovin and I may have to milk dis some more.